To save thee in the hour of sadness—
Thy fainting spirit to restore,
And cheer it with the oil of gladness.
With fortune's favours blest again,
Thy sky no more is overcast—
From drink and Funny Clubs refrain,
And take sad warning by the past.
So shall you shun domestic strife,
And discord's angry tongue shall cease;
And brightly, at the close of life,